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“I know exactly what you’re going to say, and I know exactly what you’re going to want to say. Vanny, I know what I told you before, but forget all of that. Let’s fuck, have sex, whatever. I want to feel something with you. Or, we can date. That works too. That’d be… really nice. Oh no, I want to date you.”
Vanessa stares at herself in the laundry room. She tries imagining the smug look on Vannabelle’s face when- if- she says it to her face. How she’d do her stupid giggle and say she knew it all along, probably. She’d carry her to the bedroom, hold her down, tell her how long she’s waited, nibble at her with her front two bunny-like teeth…
“No, that’s not going to cut it. Fuck.” Vanessa crosses her arms, watching the white rabbit suit spin faster than her eyes can process. She waves her hand in front of her face to dispel the thoughts stuck in her mind. It isn’t ever going to happen, but Vanessa is always afraid that the dryer machine will explode in her face because it is spinning too fast. The laundry room is shared by the first floor apartment residents, who never seem to be in when she is. Might be because she was often there at seven in the morning, like right now. She was awake when the sun fell, and now she’s still awake after it has risen again. Vanessa hasn’t met any of her neighbors. She has no intention of doing so, either. She watches the suit spin and hopes it doesn’t tear. Vanessa has no idea how to sew. She might as well pack her bags and leave if she damages Vannabelle’s second favorite outfit. Maybe the dryer would prevent the embarrassment and kill her first. After everything she has dealt with, a dryer would kill her. Sure, why not? She wraps her arms around her legs. “Hi Vanny, I-” Her stomach twists into endless knots. The dryer screeches at the security guard. Finished, the manic spiraling stops, and the dryer goes dead. The white rabbit suit’s bloody red eyes stare at her. Vanessa looks away from the outfit.
She can’t understand why Vannabelle decided to keep it after the closure of Frickbear’s. Of the memorabilia collected over the years by the Fazbear fanatic, some items had to be sold off on eBay (all at a surprisingly high price) to cover moving deeper into a neighboring city and starting over fresh. To make it easier to cover costs after the initial move-in, Vanessa–why did she agree to it–took a small apartment with Vannabelle. They would share it and support each other, Vannabelle said. Vanessa treated it differently. Make sure she does good, Vanessa said to herself. Get her straight, that’s all it is, she told herself every day. It used to be just that. This was a calculated, logical decision to keep Vannabelle out of trouble and make sure she was okay. They shared the same shower. They shared the same kitchen. They watched the same shows. Vanessa bangs her head against the washer behind her. God, they share the same bed. Every night, since the summer heat is oppressive enough during the day, they turn the AC down and stay warm under a series of a few thick Fazbear Entertainment Licensed blankets, pink comforter, and thin white bedsheets. To keep out of each other’s space, they use a pillow that is half of the length of the bed to divide the two. It’s bright pink, and its existence has been bothering Vanessa. There are still a few nights where they sleep together. When she’s restless, she wants to turn and look at Vannabelle, but the pink wall stops her wandering eyes. Winter is everyday inside the Frickbear Mansion, Vannabelle would joke.
Vanessa takes the suit out of the dryer. She dusts off the lint clinging to it. There are no tears. Vanessa sighs in relief. It’s warm to the touch. Vannabelle wore it for a Comic-Con over the weekend. Vanessa didn’t attend. Work kept her chained to home, while Vannabelle frantically took the time to find a new job that would hire her. Another night shift job as a security guard, with better pay and zero crazed animatronics. The two lived completely separate lives. It makes the bedroom situation less of a headache. Often, when Vanessa slept, Vannabelle was awake. When Vannabelle was awake, Vanessa would sleep. Vanessa would watch her during her loud morning routine, but she’d sleep through it. Vannabelle slept peacefully, much better than Vanessa, who kicked and squirmed and threw pillows, Vannabelle’s plushies, and blankets off the bed. In the middle of the day, there was a brief window of time when the two were both awake. The two would talk ceaselessly, craving a little more each time. Vanessa swears up and down that her roommate was starting to sleep like her to give each other more time together. She’s been hearing her slip into the bed more nights than not the last two weeks. It’s strangely comforting. Sometimes, Vannabelle smiles in her sleep. Vanessa likes how Vannabelle smiles. Her real smile, without a mask and a bucktooth grin that seems to make her freckles glitter in moonlight. Much like when they share a coffee with each other without saying a word, but understanding, this is as life should be. Nothing like it was before, with their constant arguing to one another. It’s more like bickering now. Nothing ever stays the same.
“I have to tell you something, Vannabelle. No, too formal. Vanny, you’ll never guess who the girl I keep telling you I dream about is. Fuck, too weird. Too stupid. Fuck. Fuck!” It was worse when they first moved in together, but that was before Vannabelle haunted Vanessa, in ways she never thought possible. Vanessa could ruin everything they had built together with a single sentence. Vannabelle could hate her more than Vanessa ever did. The what if’s had Vanessa fighting an incoming headache, again. Her security guard outfit feels tight, eating her alive.
“You deserve better than this.” Vanessa tells the suit. “I’ll only hold you back with this stupid new job. Can you tell her I told her that?” Vanessa neatly folds the white rabbit suit. “Mall security. Who’s ever going to break into a mall at night?” She thinks of all the times she let Vannabelle drone on about her latest hyperfixations. That crazy girl’s voice rings in her ear, more elegant than the church bells that wake her up from slumber every Sunday at noon. She puts the mask to her forehead, nuzzling its face. It should be Vannabelle’s. “What the fuck am I doing?” She mumbles. Vanessa thinks about how, every night, for the last month, she has wished she could come back from work and throw away the long pink pillow that separated their sides of the bed. The wall of denial would crash to the floor, and the empty left in its wake would be filled by their bodies clinging to each other in a race to discover all of the other first. Vanessa tucks the white rabbit suit under her arm and walks down the seemingly endless hallway to her room on the opposite side of the apartment. She handles it with the utmost care.
Vanessa dares to wonder if the suit can fit her, despite her massive golden ponytail and being thinner than her roommate. Vannabelle had been adding more new white patches to the white rabbit suit as she had grown, until she reached a weight she felt proud of. They used to be a similar weight, far too slim and rarely eating, but after Frickbear’s burnt down, Vannabelle broke away from the establishment and underwent a change she was proud of. Vanessa still struggles to find the joys in eating. Learning to cook with Vannabelle to save on funds has been a big help to search for that joy. She’s happy with herself, Vanessa ponders, and I still can’t get why I’m not. This is nuts. It’s like something’s missing. Could it really be from this?
“Vannabelle, we need to talk. Vanny, I want- I want to talk. I need to ask you something before you go out again. Yeah, I called off work, it was important. I just think, shocker, I know,” Vanessa fiddles for her keys. “You’re important.” She drops the keys. She barely stops herself from reacting violently. Fingers curling like claws, she relaxes her body before the static in her ears grows and the swelling in her stomach reaches her throat, or worse, her lips. “I’m going to fuck this up.” Vanessa hisses at herself. Vanessa reaches for the keyhole again, quickly twisting the key in and slamming the door open.
Vannabelle opened it first, sending Vanessa crashing to the floor.
“Whoops! Ness! Hey, beautiful! Welcome back to the Frickbear Mansion. Didn’t see you there. Is that my costume? What a darling you are. I’ll be taking that.~” Vannabelle hopped over to the fallen suit and unceremoniously plucked it off the ground. Vanessa groans. Vannabelle is wearing rabbit slippers and an oversized t-shirt without pants. Vanessa looks up at her roommate’s dark mahogany thighs, so freshly shaved and smoothed that they look glossy in the rising sun. She reaches out her hand, which Vannabelle takes to help her to her feet. No wonder, then, Vanessa thinks, mind and body breathless, rubbing her thumb along Vannabelle’s hand. Vannabelle’s care routine takes hours every few days to perfect, but it keeps her drop-dead gorgeous. She could kill Vanessa with a look. She already is, Vanessa thinks, heart skipping a beat. “I was gonna get coffee, but now that you’re back from work, we can get it together!”
“What are you doing up so early?” Vanessa bluntly asked, rubbing her nose.
“I never slept. I was practicing Fredsweeper.” Vannabelle yanks at her puffy, bunny-shaped hair. She prefers it poofed out and long rather than short to meticulously turn a massive amount of her curls into bunny ears. “I still can’t beat your stupid highscore! You should teach me how to play.”
“No,” Vanessa says.
“C’mon!”
“No.”
“What, scared I’ll beat your highscore?” Vannabelle teases the security guard, who scoffs.
“Also no.” Vanessa throws her security hat on the couch, loosens her tie, walks past the small interconnected kitchen and living room, and marches into the bedroom. A single door separates it from the rest of the apartment. “Can we turn the heat on? You’re turning me into a popsicle.”
“Do I get to lick you?”
“The heat, Vanny.” The bathroom door is on the left of the bedroom. Vanessa barges into the bathroom to check for cuts or bruises from her fall, to which there are none. Vannabelle switches the A/C from Cool to Heat. “You should sleep.”
“Me? No! Heehee, I feel like I could run a mile! So, coffee? A new place opened up nearby.” Vannabelle asks. Vanessa slowly closes the bathroom door and sits down next to her. She twiddles with her thumbs. “Ness? Coffee?” Chills run up her spine. She isn’t sure if it’s from the cold air in the room, or how her body is freezing up like Foxy with flashlights.
“How’s the job hunt going?” Vanessa asks.
“You know how it is. It's a lot harder to get a quick gig without a Freddy's joint around. Nooooo, that’s not why you’re acting all weird and mysterious. I see that look in your eyes. What are you really wanting to ask?”
“We’ve been sharing the same space for five months now.” Vanessa’s heart beats so loudly that it must be growing in size. In her head, she has recited this speech a thousand, or maybe a hundred thousand, times. She opens her mouth again, but all that comes out is a little grunt. “Uh. Fuck. Fuck, this is, wow, this is hard. This shouldn’t be hard.”
“Whaaaaat, Bunny got your tongue?~”
“Yes. No, I mean, no. Not at all. That’s not- no- it’s not you.” Vanessa scratches at her head. Her hand runs down her face. She turns away from Vannabelle, guilty of the way her heart threatens to burst out the more Vanessa pulls away from the woman she shares the bed with. “Okay I lied it is you.” Vanessa whispers, hugging herself. Vannabelle puts an ear to Vanessa.
“Repeat that?”
“I said I’m hung up on you. Are you happy?” Vanessa whispers again. Her dayshift coworkers tell her that honesty will help lift the weight she feels off of her shoulders, but it has only made it worse. Vanessa feels heavier than an endoskeleton and makes no effort to move or even turn her head when Vannabelle raises her brows, mouth agape. Vannabelle points at herself, as if making sure she heard her roommate correctly. “In THAT way. I'm, ugh, I’m having these thoughts. I don’t know what to do. I don’t understand them. I want them, and I'm also scared to want them.”
“Oh? Well, about time. And here I was, thinking our time together hadn’t been swell to you. If you really hated me that much, you wouldn’t get tired of bossing me around, would you? Are you hoping I turn those tables?” Vannabelle continues to torment Vanessa, putting a hand on her shoulder, but Vanessa swipes it off. "Does someone got a crush on this bunny?" She wants to hide inside of herself, but it’s not possible. Vanessa curls up on the bed. “Oh shit. That’s what you mean. You’re serious. You’re weak in the knees for me.” Vannabelle hums a soft tune, one that tells Vanessa she finally understands.
“If it ruins what we have going on, with this whole apartment sharing thing, I get it. I’ll leave. I don’t want it to be awkward. I can move next door.”
“You don’t have to do a damn thing,” Vannabelle responds swiftly. She reaches out a hand. This time, Vanessa takes it. Vannabelle holds Vanessa's hand between hers and pats it. “You have brownie points for telling me.”
“Have you felt the same?” Vanessa asks. Vannabelle shrugs.
“Hard to tell! I’m around you so much, I can’t tell what I feel half the time. If I had to bet my limited edition golden freddy soda box on it? I'd say yes."
“You’re not angry?”
“I’m pleasantly surprised,” Vannabelle says. To Vanessa, that’s a very good response. It shows that maybe, just maybe, Vannabelle has been struggling with similar emotions.
“Can we kiss?” Vanessa hears herself say, in a moment of courage. She lets the three words she’s been afraid of saying for the last month slip out. Her mind, or is this her soul that she feels, is far removed from the bedroom, up in the orange sky. Vannabelle smirks the way Vanessa should hate, but right now, it turns her on severely. She crosses her legs to hide the desire she has been harboring for Vannabelle. It’s flooding her mind all at once. The rabbit-like girl tugs Vanessa’s soul back down to the bedroom like a balloon, yanking her forward by the loose tie. The two touch heads as they hold each other by the waist.
“I didn’t really think this far,” Vanessa admits, hands underneath Vannabelle’s shirt, feeling her back freckles, the little dots that she treats like a game of Fredsweeper. She touches one, moves to another corner, touches another. The game is instinct to her. She dreams of playing it, sometimes, in the darkness, sweat running down her body, seconds from an untimely demise. Each tiny touch makes Vannabelle sit up straighter. She emits quiet hums of satisfaction.
“Just lean in more,” Vannabelle says.
“Lean in?”
“Yeah.”
“Like this?” Vanessa inches closer. Vannabelle’s sweet scent overpowers Vanessa. She smells like coconut, no doubt from her drawers of hair products, lotions, and hair removers. The outside world is silent. It waits. It watches with prying eyes from open blinds and morning clouds. What would Mike, Fritz, or Jeremy think of her for this? Vanessa can picture their confusion, except Jeremy. Jeremy would say something about how proud he is of Vanessa for trying. Right, she needs to try. She just needs to lean in a little more. Vannabelle’s eyes flutter shut, lips curled into a smile, but she does not initiate, in a show of respect or another twisted game. Vanessa must. She has dreaded this moment for weeks. Fuck, even Jeremy wouldn’t be this nervous, Vanessa thinks. Fuck it.
Vannabelle’s lips taste like strawberries. Ripe, sweet, juicy, bitter. The rabbit girl whimpers at how rough Vanessa’s lips are. Whatever reservations either had dissipated immediately. Months of pining unleashed in a single, overwhelming kiss, and Vanessa can see the way Vannabelle eyes her now, see the way that she, too, suddenly feels that spark inside, too, the itch, the melting of two hearts into one, a flurry of wanted memories that do not yet exist being asked for on their lips, with how deep the two are, fighting each other for control over the kiss, and they both have the sun on their skin and the bed is no longer cold for the first time in months. Vanessa uncrosses her legs. Vannabelle rolls the two on the bed until she prevails on top, shoving Vanessa into a pile of bunny plushies, never letting go of the kiss. Her head is stuck between a plush and a soft body. Vannabelle’s sizable stomach and curves cover the rest of her body. Vanessa can’t stop herself from gently thrusting her hips into Vannabelle’s thighs as she’s pinned down. She’s forgetting how to breathe. She wildly taps Vannabelle’s shoulder. Vannabelle releases her beloved night guard, who recovers all the air lovingly stolen from her.
Vannabelle dives in to take more, holding Vanessa's hands above her head. Not one moan from Vanessa could escape Vannabelle’s lips and into the chilled vents. It was getting hot in Frickbear Mansion. The heating was kicking in with a click overhead. The bed creaks. Vannabelle rolls her hips. Their bulges touch. Vanessa lets herself go and starts to moan and whine and beg. Vannabelle is much bigger, she can feel that delightful throbbing beckoning her. Sweat soon runs down their bodies, a testament of their efforts, of their mutual devotion. Vanessa’s head, fuzzy and spinning, takes a moment to realize where Vannabelle’s other hand is. It frantically unbuttons the security guard’s white collared shirt and fiddles with the black belt. Vanessa helps, throwing off her tie and the unbuckled belt. They kick blankets and plush bunnies off the bed. Vannabelle moans, taking off her shirt and slippers. Her breasts, larger than Vanessa’s, slip out of the baggy clothing, soft and round, with a nice weight to them. There is a happy trail from her belly button to below her pants. She didn’t wear a bra. She’s as beautiful as she is in her dreams.
“You have a super kissable face. You’re so pretty, Ness. It’s sooooo hard to keep my hands to myself,” Vannabelle purrs. The admiration breathes new life into Vanessa.
“Don’t,” Vanessa commands. “I’m throwing you out if you don’t.” A switch flips in Vannabelle. That damned devilish grin, flashing her two big rabbit-like front teeth, annoys and arouses Vanessa simultaneously.
“Mwehehe, a feisty little bunny! I love that!~” Vannabelle obeys, but it’s clear who’s actually in control. She pulls down Vanessa’s pants. Hiding the security guard’s small dick is bright red boxers with pizzas in the shape of hearts decorating it. “That is adorable, Ness.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Vanessa madly blushes. Vannabelle takes off her underwear. Vanessa’s bra clips off and falls uselessly onto the bed. Vanessa’s dick is a feeble three and a half to four inches at full mast, she could never quite tell the exact length, but it was obvious when it sprung out how big and hung Vannabelle’s was. Twice as long as Vanessa’s, slighter darker than the rest of the body, and quite girthy, she guessed it had to be about seven inches. Shit, could it be eight? “Oh fuck.” Vanessa hooks her boxers and slips them off to see the two dicks rub against each other. The girls were mesmerized by the difference. They had known this about each other, but it didn’t make it any more surprising.
“If I had known this would happen today, I would’ve shaved,” Vannabelle apologizes.
“Please don’t,” Vanessa rushes to say. The two share a quick laugh, then get down to business. Vannabelle made the first move, grabbing both cocks in one hand and pumping them at the same time. Pre-cum ran down her hand and made it easier to stroke up and down. She was slow, savoring the moment, and the way Vanessa arched her back and fucked Vannabelle’s hand and dick. Vanessa gave a plushie a death grip for support, panting and softly moaning. “Mmmn… mmmm… Vanny… fuck…~”
“Hah, yeah, this is fucking amazing. This is MY kind of fun.” Vanessa wraps her arms around Vannabelle and hides between her warm breasts. Like a rabbit, she nuzzles those luscious tits. “Good girl, Ness.~” Vannabelle coos. Venessa tenses up, unleashing tons of muffled profanities and groping Vannabelle’s breasts. “Are you into that? Is that- ah- what you think about?” Vannabelle plants a kiss on Vanessa’s head. “Such a good girl, a pretty little bunny like you should always feel this way.~” She purrs. Vanessa trembles, gritting her teeth. Kneading Vannabelle’s breasts like pizza dough, Vanessa listens to the way their hearts ache even more than their dicks are. She kisses those succulent breasts, and Vannabelle hums in appreciation, so she kisses them again, and again, and loses herself to the body she’s worshipping. She can’t get enough, but she doesn’t want to cum yet. She gets a surprised gasp out of Vannabelle by shoving her onto her back with force and crawling on top of her, hungry, determined, unsatiated. She’s at eye level with Vannabelle’s dick, watching it twitch unsure if she can do what she wants to do so badly that it hurts.
“Fucking fuck. Fuck,” Vanessa curses.
“Go on, don’t be shy,” Vannabelle encourages her, but Vanessa shakes her head.
“I’ve- I’ve never done this before.” The rabbit girl lights up at this.
“Really now? Am I your first time? Ness, you are just full of surprises. Isn’t this great? Enemies to lovers, like all the best steamy smut. There’s been plenty of free time to read all the best things the internet has to offer. You’re nothing like the girls in the stories. That’s what makes you special.”
“Ugh, I never said I hadn’t had sex. I never sucked dick before. That’s it.”
“Ooooh. Well, you’ve come to the right person for help! Mwehehehe.~” First, they reposition. Vannabelle gets comfortable with her back on the pillows and pats her thighs for Venssa’s head to lay on. Then, Vannabelle’s hands start to move, gentle and guiding with Vanessa’s body. “Tried it a few times, watched a lot of videos. A lot of the guys sucked.” Vanessa can see a vein run up Vannabelle’s shaft as she taps Vanessa’s lips with the tip. Her thick thighs squeeze Vanessa’s head to keep her still. She rubs her cheeks. Vanessa’s tongue falls out as she sensually utters Vannabelle’s name. The security guard’s dick drips pre-cum onto the bedsheets. “Kiss it. Start easy. Get a feel for it.”
“Oh. Okay.” Vanessa begins to kiss the underside of the dick. She grasps it with one hand to feel how it pulses in her hold and how much she has to wrap around it. It’s much easier than her little dick. Her nerves start to subside. She moves her hand up and down the base of Vannabelle’s shaft. Opening her mouth, her tongue swirls around the tip. Slowly, the tip enters her mouth. She has to take her time, or else her jaw feels springlocked. Vannabelle never stays quiet, switching between giggles and whimpers.
“T-Treat it like a banana,” Vannabelle says. Vanessa slides her mouth off of her dick. “It has a- a bit of a curve. You need to keep changing how you go down on it.”
“Oh, so I should rip it off with my teeth? Tempting.” Vanessa’s words are met with her face shoved against Vannabelle’s balls. Her ears ring from Vannabelle’s thighs smothering her face and making it impossible to speak. Vanessa’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She uses all the strength she can muster to stop herself from an orgasm. A strand of pre-cum leaks out and runs down her shaft. The stains on the bedsheets grow bigger. There’s pre-cum in her golden hair. She kisses Vannabelle’s balls and drags her tongue up the sensitive part of her shaft, rewarding her with another squeeze of the squishy thighs. After a minute of pleasurable torture, Vannabelle loosens her grip. “Mmmmnnn…~”
“Try again.” Vannabelle innocently tells Vanessa with the batting of her eyes. Vanessa’s face reeks of coconut. She’s drunk on lust, ready and willing to do Vannabelle’s bidding. “Take what you can until it hurts. Heehee. Don’t need you dying on me from choking on my cock.” Vanessa rolls her eyes and goes down on Vannabelle’s dick again. She keeps the advice in mind, lowering her mouth, slowly, feeling how it fills her mouth, rubs against her gums, throbs from the heat rushing down it from Vanessa’s heavy breathing-
Vanessa gags. A tear wells in her eye.
“Stop.” Vanessa listens and suspends her head there. Saliva runs down Vannabelle’s aching dick and onto Vanessa’s hand. Vanessa squirms uncomfortably. “You’re breathing with your mouth since you’re panicking. You gotta use your nose, girl. Take a deep breath through it. Ignore the drooling, can’t get around that.” Vanessa bobs her head. Four inches are shoved in her mouth. The tip kisses the roof of her mouth, the source of what seems to make her recoil. She takes deep breaths in through her nose, concentrating on the thumping of her heart and throbbing of both her dick and Vannabelle’s, then out again. Adjusting her alignment, Vanessa manages to get another inch in before gagging a second. Her body shudders violently. No more than that, she thinks. It’s too much. Vanessa wipes away the tears that are seconds from running down her face.
Vanessa finds her rhythm and starts sucking and pumping Vannabelle’s girthy cock at the same time. She strokes what her mouth cannot reach through tight squeezes and rapid up-and-down movements of her hand. The other holds onto Vannabelle’s plush thigh for support. Vannabelle spreads her legs wide open, freeing Vanessa from her thigh prison. She runs her fingers through the messy, cum-stained golden hair and, every few seconds, raises her hips. Vannabelle claws the bedsheets, biting at her lower lip.
“You’re doing good. That’s… that’s it… holy shit you’re good,” Vannabelle’s words of encouragement make Vanessa push herself. She bobs her head faster, swirling her tongue around the tip. Hot cum dribbles down her throat. “It’s been so long- Ness I’m- oh fuck-!” Vannabelle shoves Vanessa down to the base of her shaft, thrusting her cock deep down her throat. Vanessa drags her nails across Vannabelle’s thighs while fighting the feeling of throwing up. Her vision is clouded by her tears. Her teeth graze the base of the thick shaft. Yanking Vanessa’s hair, Vannabelle uses her like a fleshlight, senselessly fucking herself with her mouth until crying out. “Ness! Ness! Ness!~” Vanessa chokes on ropes of cum shooting down her throat. All she can do is gulp it down. Some of it runs down Vannabelle’s dick and onto her hairs. Letting go of Vanessa, the security guard’s mouth immediately slides off her dick and violently coughs. She wipes cum off of her lips with her tongue.
“I feel sore.” Vanessa complains, rubbing at her throat. Her voice sounds dry. She tastes salt in her mouth; it’s bitter, but also somewhat sweet. Vannabelle raises a finger, her eyes telling her roommate one moment, please. She hops off the bed and rushes into the kitchen. Vanessa misses her and her fat ass and lovely cock and stunning body the moment it takes a right at the door. There’s rustling in the fridge. Vannabelle comes back with a bottle of cold water. “Oh.” Vanessa stares at the bubbles in the water when Vannabelle shakes it before taking it. Her voice came back to her with each frigid gulp. She’s naked with a hard-as-fuck cock out for Vannabelle to stare at like a piece of candy. She’s nude with her roomie, and she likes it. She really likes it. Vanessa clears her throat. “Is this going to be a one time thing?”
“Doesn’t have to be! You’re fun, REAL fun,” Vannabelle giggles. Vanessa swirls the water around, looking at dents in the crushed plastic. Her reflection is crushed and distorted.
“But we’re never awake at the same time. Our sleep is fucked.”
“Guess I gotta get just as fucked up, then.”
“You can’t possibly.”
“If I also take a night shift somewhere, sure I can. We’ll be nocturnal together,” Vannabelle assures her roommate. Vanessa scratches her chin. It’s not the worst plan, or the best plan, but that’s not what lingers in her mind. A question hangs on her wet lips. Vannabelle’s foot rapidly bounces up and down; she’s poorly hiding her eagerness to please Vanessa.
“Do you enjoy this?” Vanessa asks.
“The sex?” Vannabelle asks back.
“Kind of. The sex I know we both like. Hm. No surprise there. There’s something else I’ve been thinking about.” Vanessa crushes the bottle. “What about us?”
“I couldn’t ask for a sweeter roomie, if that’s what you mean! Oh, how I love to watch you wake up. You’re so cute, I could just kiss you.” Vannabelle nervously rubs her arm. “Can’t say I didn’t want to a few times.”
“Do you think…” Vanessa twirls her finger. “Would you enjoy dating me?” Vannabelle raises a brow. She seems genuinely surprised. She looks even happier than before.
“Me? Date my sworn enemy of the pizzeria, who I fight tooth and nail for something we both want, but for our own selfish reasons, and then we’d brawl it out in the parking lot in the rain, how romantic that would be when I tell you that-”
“Vanny,” Vanessa urges.
“Let me finish. Ahem. That I’d want nothing more than to lay down my arms for a cause greater than suffering and anything that crazy old rabbit wanted me to do when you showed up. Oh, that could’ve been so fun, but you are so much more than just fun. Yes! Love! The greatest cause of all!” Vannabelle falls onto the bed with her arms raised triumphantly. “And I’d post it to my collector’s blog with all my little bunnies who follow me and everyone would love it and I get called the best fanfiction writer ever. And you’re there too. The End. Does that answer your question?”
“... Not at all.”
“Awwww, you’re such a buzzkill! Yes, Ness! Look at me.” Vanessa lays down and faces Vannabelle. She strokes Vannessa’s cheek. “Yes. I want to try. I’d kill anyone else who’d take you from me.”
“Oh…” Vanessa is perplexed both by how serious Vannabelle sounded and the fact that it made her dick ache and how her mind was thinking of things it shouldn’t be with her lover and now she’s realizing that she can call her a lover and it’s making her freak out and her blush worsens, red as a strawberry, strawberry like Vannabelle’s lips, and she wants those lips to leave marks all over her, and at last she sighs. Her stomach stops twisting itself into an ouroboros. It's not the first time Vannabelle has said she'd harm anyone who touches Vanessa, but it feels so much more real now. Intense, exciting, somewhat worrying, mostly arousing. She feels more relaxed than she was during the makeout session. “What about my job?”
“There is nothing I would trade you sharing a bed with me in the freezing cold for.”
“I can say it, then.”
“Yeah.”
"The big three words."
"Oh yeah."
“I’m pretty sure I love you.”
“Well well, those words are delicious to my ears. I just can’t get enough of your lovely voice. Oh, the world is so, so grand right now. It’s staring me in the face right now. I could die happy as could be, but do keep singing to me. Say it again.”
“I love you?”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“Again, Ness! With conviction!”
“I really fucking love your stupid fucking smile.”
“There’s my Vanessa. Good girl.~”
“Mmmmmnnn…~”
“Come here, darling.” The breath leaves Vanessa’s lungs when Vannabelle lays on top of her. “Good bunnies get treats.” Vannabelle squishes Vanessa’s dick between her thighs.
“Bunny, fuck, that’s me, fuck me now,” Vanessa begs, and so she tastes strawberries again. Vannabelle, rougher now, more adventurous, explores Vanessa’s sore mouth with her tongue, lapping up her moans. Her softened dick rests on Vanessa’s belly. Their lips are firmly pressed together. Strawberries and coconut invade Vanessa’s senses. Squishy thighs fuck Vanessa’s dick like it’s stuck in the tightest fleshlight she’s ever felt. Her orgasm slowly creeps up on her. She wildly thrusts her dick between Vannabelle’s pillow thighs. The bed squeaks and yelps. Her moans get louder, harder for Vannabelle to contain. Everything they’ve done today is crashing down on her at once, but she doesn’t want it to end, and she tries so hard to hold out for Vannabelle, who moans with her and silences her whimpering with her tongue. Vanessa’s hands grope at Vannabelle’s ass. It feels like clutching a firm loaf of bread. She spreads her cheeks, digs into them, gives it a hearty slap. They keep their eyes open and their breasts smashing against each other. They pull into one another until there is no space left. Vannabelle breaks away from the kiss to bite Vanessa’s neck, sucking on the skin, the slightest hint of blood oozing out, which she gleefully licks off. Vanessa turns her head to give Vannabelle more access, who keeps biting, and biting, and biting, and thrusting her thighs down onto Vanessa’s poor needy cock. Satisfied by the taste, Vannabelle kisses Vanessa’s neck, then her cheek, and finally, her lips.
“Cum for me, little bunny. C’mon. I want you to paint my thighs white. Go on. I know you want toooooo. There you go. Good girrrrrl.~” Vannabelle moans into her newfound lover’s ear. Vanessa, defeated by Vannabelle’s embrace, gives in entirely to the bunny girl and slams her hips into her thighs. She shudders. “Look how much you came! I didn’t expect that. Wow, it’s really running down. You’re a bunny in heat, Ness, mwehehe~.” Despite her small size, more cum comes out of her than what Vannabelle shot down her throat. Cum runs down Vannabelle’s plump thighs. She looks up at Vannabelle, in awe of the woman looking down at her. “You beautiful, beautiful little thing, you.”
“Shut up,” Vanessa says, with a silly, dreamy smile plastered on her face. “Now I have to do more stupid laundry, because of you. The bed smells like cum. It’s all over the sheets. Let me make one thing clear, Vanny. I am not the laundry fairy. You need to start doing laundry too.”
“But Ness, my love,” Vannabelle begins, and hearing the word leave her lips makes Vanessa clutch her heart to make sure it’s still beating. “I don’t want to do that. I’m so busy, oh, I dunno, playing Rhythm Heaven? And sleeping, as you have kept me up past my bedtime. How could you?”
“You did that. You played Fredsweeper. And you still can’t beat me.”
“Aw, no tricks today? Fine. If you clean the bed I’ll let you eat my big bunny hole out when we wake up together. Mhm? Bet it’ll be better than the ‘carrot?’” Vannabelle flashed that stupid smile again. Vanessa lowered her head, letting out a heavy, heavy sigh, but her smile didn’t fade. She nods along to Vannabelle’s master plan, licking her lips. She gets up and starts stripping the bed, forcing Vannabelle off of it. “It’s one of a kind back there. Basically a collector’s item, and now it’s all yours.” Vannabelle slaps her ass. Her hand can’t get a grip on all of it. Vanessa has to remember how to blink. “All this talk of eating ass is making me STARVING. I’ll make us breakfast!”
“Whatever,” Vanessa says, shamelessly staring at Vannabelle’s ass as she skips out of the room. As she strips the bed, she feels her hand across the spots where the two just laid down and confessed to one another. In the kitchen, Vannabelle cracks open a few eggs. None of this feels real. It’s too strange, and new, yet, it is a wonderful feeling nonetheless.
“You want your eggs scrambled or fried?!” Vannabelle calls from the kitchen, turning on the gas stove.
“Sunny side up!” Vanessa yells back, tearing off the mattress cover. She’ll try something new this morning. She turns her attention back to the bed, staring down the last thing on it. It’s the long pink pillow, the divider. Vanessa picks it up with both hands and throws it out of the bedroom. They won’t be needing it tonight.